Walk alone in the abyss

No one knows how Kolev has been tossing and turning for the past three days.

He had seen it before

That transparent spaceship, that transparent spaceship with particle transmission, that Feinan spaceship that he had poured his heart and soul into building for five or six years!

It casually broke through the planetary defense system of the Cass Federation junk.

Kolev eagerly wants to board it to see what kind of strange technology this spaceship that has been 'blessed' by a high-level civilization has.

'That's the best pirate ship ever dreamed of. '

Kolev repeated in his heart.

But three days later, in the living room of the manor, Kolev looked at Yang Ming who walked in through the main entrance and changed into a decent suit, and the two metal tickets that Yang Ming handed to him...

"Didn't we set off on your boat?" Kolev blinked.

Yang Ming smiled and said, "This is not a secret operation. We need to make our own trajectory clear. And from now on, I am your nephew, Uncle Hatton."

"Oh, this!"

Kolev clutched the metal nameplate and shouted angrily: "Let me go up and have a look!"

"Where are you going?" Yang Ming asked knowingly.

"Your ship!"

Kolev's eyes were shining hotly: "Let me open my eyes, I won't steal you."

"So this is it," Yang Ming looked at Kolev with a smile, "Don't worry Uncle Hatton, we have enough time when we get to the place, now it's time to go to the space port, I will take an automatic taxi and come back in an hour Pick us up."

"oh!"

Kolev gritted his teeth for a while: "We transmitted it directly, is there any difficulty?"

"There are indeed difficulties."

Yang Ming explained in a low voice:

"Only I can complete the particle transmission, and that machine can only bind one person. There is no change in the spaceship, except that there is an extra transmission machine, a host computer containing the law photon brain, and several instruments that increase concealment. It's still the same."

"Okay," Kolev shrugged, "I'm not expecting that much either."

"They...they don't want to directly break the balance of the Milky Way," Yang Ming explained. "The benefits they give me are actually very limited. The real benefits come later, after I can officially inherit this legacy."

Kolev pulled himself together and looked at the metal medal in his hand.

"Let me see where you want to go, my dear nephew. Tsk, Luofeng Empire? Where is that?"

"The vassal state of the Sherman Empire, in the first spiral arm of the Milky Way, has 11 administrative stars and 102 resource stars, of which 6 administrative stars are in high poverty, the political environment is very complicated, and there is currently a coup d'état The possibility of this is the battleground between the New Federation and the Sherman Empire."

Yang Ming introduced like a few treasures:

"I've prepared a strategy on the way here, and we'll have to transfer planes twice from here."

"Where are you going to build an administrative star?" Kolev thought seriously.

"Yes, and we don't necessarily need an administrative star, a resource star that can barely live in people is also fine, so there are more options to choose from."

Yang Ming answered briskly, walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.

A decent suit, trimmed short hair, a pretty face without the stubble, and the strong muscles temporarily suppressed by the suit made the suit bulge.

"Do I look like a rich second generation?" Yang Ming asked.

"It's not like that," Kolev set up his butler robot sullenly, "Your eyes are too murderous, Yang Ming, there is no sign of being hollowed out by alcohol, which will make other young men treat you subconsciously." To generate hostility, you need to restrain this part of the edge."

Yang Ming frowned slightly, constantly thinking about this terrible question.

Kolev asked: "Do you need to buy new medicine?"

"I have prepared two years' supply myself," Yang Ming said, "With that transmission machine, it is very convenient for me to go to the black market."

Kolev thought for a few minutes: "We need a perfect identity cover, there is about to break out of turmoil, and smart investors will not invest there."

"The Luofeng Empire should be very rich," Yang Ming explained, "Its first star produced a special compound mineral, which can produce the core parts of the coating machine and the protective cover, and a steady stream of businessmen went to this compound mineral. It has been exploited by the Sherman Empire for years, and recently it has become a dumping ground for new federal goods, and their royal family is corrupt and incompetent."

"Oh yes!"

Kolev immediately thought of something: "Rhodium-6 rings for the draft tube!"

Yang Ming smiled and said, "There are businessmen trying to get a piece of the pie at any time, and so are we. But I suggest, Uncle Hatton, you invest in building a downstream supporting factory."

"Yes, we don't have that much capital to shake up the existing market for rhodium-6 rings."

Kolev thought carefully.

He suddenly came to his senses, and looked up at Yang Ming: "No, why am I the one investing? I work for you, and you still have to pay me!"

"This is investment advice," Yang Ming shrugged, "I have limited funds here, if you don't want to invest there, I will return the one million to you later."

Kolev suddenly smiled.

Yang Ming smiled and said, "Then I'll ask you to borrow three million New Federal Dollars to invest and build a factory."

"No way! Don't even think about it!"

Kolev held up his civilized stick and shouted: "I am the only one who robs others, no one has ever robbed me! No one!"

Then;

half an hour later.

Ding dong!

Yang Ming looked at the successful payment interface on his dial, and blinked his right eye at Kolev.

Kolev raised his hand to his forehead, feeling a little nostalgic for the last project.

Son Robot is really nice, really.

...

Based on the principle of saving money, Yang Ming bought a regular ticket for the 'Star United Airlines' (Galaxy Interstellar United Airlines).

But Yang Ming didn't expect that the old Kolev has now transformed from a heroic and thrifty pirate leader to a extravagant black-hearted capitalist.

Old Kolev frowned and looked at the economy class in front of him.

Hundreds of passengers squeezed into the narrow area, and the two rows of seats added in violation of the regulations made the aisle look very narrow, and it was almost necessary to walk sideways.

"What's wrong, Uncle?" Yang Ming asked in a clear voice.

Kolev turned his head and walked towards the flight attendant:

"Give me two upgrades... yes, all three flights are upgraded, ordinary business? No, no, better... medium private class? Why do I want a private class for couples with my nephew? Is there a higher one? Oh, the Royal Palace, that's all, is it right for you to pay?"

Yang Ming came up with the suitcase and was about to swipe the card when Kolev completed the payment with a swipe of his finger.

"This is my invitation," Kolev clicked his tongue, "my good nephew."

"Uncle, we should save a little."

"Oh, that's not necessary," Kolev smiled triumphantly, "Since the last time we went out, I have counted my assets. As long as I don't mess around with business or make big investments, I can live a luxurious life You won't be in short supply for a hundred years."

Yang Ming could only shrug his shoulders.

They walked from the middle of the 600-meter-long passenger ship to the head area.

This place is right above the bridge, with several huge portholes right in front of it, allowing you to enjoy the magnificent scenery of the sailing universe without any blind spots. There are only sixteen egg-shaped seats in the huge area, and each seat is equivalent to a small cabin, which can accommodate two or three people playing cards and having fun.

'Individual escape pods' are also part of the pricey fare here.

Besides them, there are four or five guests here.

'luxury. '

Yang Ming pouted and shook his head.

Kolev sat in his seat calmly and confidently, turned his head to look at Yang Ming, and said with a smile: "Want to come and talk about the investment plan? My good nephew."

"It's never too late to investigate the place, uncle."

Stretching, Yang Ming walked to the cabin next door, hung his suit jacket on the wall, picked up an e-book made of projections, and lay down on his seat.

Kolev hummed a simple tune, and took out a square glass to fiddle with.

Yang Ming was a little afraid that the old man had an occupational disease, so he directly exercised authority for the captain of the Starship passenger ship.

"Where does my cousin go to develop now?" Yang Ming asked aloud.

"She didn't go far," Kolev smiled. "Since she wants to start from the beginning of the workplace, I don't want to interfere with her."

"Do you know where Molly is?"

Yang Ming asked suspiciously, then turned on the projector on his watch, and stared at a picture for a while.

"Well, I do know," Kolev wondered, "what are you looking at?"

"Homemade attribute board."

"Attribute board? What's that?"

Kolev wanted to take a closer look, but Yang Ming had already turned off the watch projection.

Yang Ming smiled and said, "It's also one of the functions of my assistant Xiaolu to let me understand myself intuitively. Alright uncle, if you don't have any valuable questions, I'm going to start studying."

"Let's learn from you! I don't know how to care for the elderly at all!"

Kolev closed his hatch angrily.

Yang Ming glanced at the two fellow passengers who were attracted by their conversation, smiled awkwardly, lowered his head and continued to read this book introducing industrial development.

To open a factory, you must know some technical terms.

...

The first two-thirds of the voyage were very peaceful, so peaceful that Yang Ming felt a little drowsy.

After two galactic days, two jumps, two smooth voyages, and passing by two bustling space stations, the spaceship accepted passengers for the third time, and two new members arrived at the royal palace at the head.

Yang Ming, who was reading a book, was attracted by the scent that invaded the tip of his nose, and looked up at the beautiful figure passing by.

This is a graceful young woman, with a light brown tight-fitting tea dress wrapping a hot figure; she has slightly curly long brown hair, a three-dimensional face, and her plump lips are pursed from time to time.

She was a little uneasy.

Yang Ming keenly noticed that this beautiful woman seemed to be afraid of something, her eyes kept looking left and right.

'not my business. '

Yang Ming put on the earphones, lay down slowly, and let himself concentrate on the sea of ​​industry.

Soon, the spaceship set sail again, headed for the directional transition channel, and the next stop was the first star of Luofeng Empire.

Yang Ming keenly noticed that the beautiful woman obliquely in front of him on the left seemed to be getting more and more uneasy.

She kept checking the time of the network access terminal, opened the variety show video a few times, but quickly closed it irritably; whenever someone moved behind, she would always look over immediately, her eyes full of tension.

What the hell?

Yang Ming also felt uneasy in his heart.

Don't let anything weird happen.

There is no blood test during normal voyages, but if something is wrong, then it is uncertain.

Moreover, they are going to Luofeng Empire to make troubles, if they get extra attention from the beginning, it is easy to cause unnecessary trouble.

'Hope she's hiding from her rival. '

Yang Ming prayed like this.

Two hours later, the spacecraft entered a deep voyage, the light in various cabins became dimmer, and the starry sky outside the porthole became extraordinarily brilliant.

The woman stood up holding her network access terminal, walked past Yang Ming's seat with her head down, and rushed to the rear.

Yang Ming hoped that this was an ordinary toilet ritual.

Although Yang Ming knew it was impossible.

Yang Ming had long caught the sound of breathing hidden behind the cabin door above his head, there were two well-trained men there, and the other party had been observing this woman for a long time.

Women enter the public washroom at the head, which has three separate toilets and two single-person bathing cabins.

Those two men rushed up!

Yang Ming raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

He keenly captured all kinds of slight sounds from the public bathroom, knocking on the door, shouts that were not shouted out, high heels scraping on the soft carpet, and rapid low growls.

They were strangling her neck hard.

Don't those two murderers have any high-tech spy equipment on hand?

'I can't take care of this matter, I can't make extra troubles, I'm not a messenger of justice, all actions now must be within the plan. '

Yang Ming reminded himself repeatedly in his heart.

He decided to remind Kolev as well.

"Uncle Hatton," Yang Ming turned his head and called, "Are you asleep, Uncle Hatton? I think we can..."

Yang Ming jumped up abruptly.

Kolev's 'egg cabin' is closed, and the sound of breathing cannot be heard. Looking inward through the gap, the inside is empty.

when did he disappear?

I have been monitoring the external environment for the past half an hour, and I have not found anything unusual here. Kolev has definitely not moved around in the past half an hour!

Yang Ming frowned and looked at the public bathroom, this old man probably wouldn't.

...

"Oh, finally."

Kolev let out a soft moan from the tip of his nose.

Constipation in the elderly is really a tormenting problem.

Kolev sighed softly, clicked the button of the automatic toilet, and the last trace of the stench that escaped was also neutralized.

He pulled up his trousers, leaned on his waist, sighed softly, hummed a pleasant little tune, unlocked the door latch, and opened the soundproof door of the bathroom.